Sunset

I wrote “Sunset” fifteen years ago. At the time, I decided not to publish it because it seemed too morbid and pessimistic. Today it reads almost like a children’s story | Fiction | Fresh Soup

Fifteen years ago, I tried to write a series of stories documenting the life of one person, from birth (the first story was about an argument between parents about whether to get their son circumcised) to death. The stations along the way were very mundane: first day at school, first experience of death, first kiss. The last station I wrote was “Sunset,…